#wrap my arms around his neck and just fucking SMOOCH

[christiangeistdorfer]

JUHA KANKKUNEN at the 1984 RALLY OF NEW ZEALAND

[squiddy-god]

belphie makeing out hcs (sfw and nsfw)

Look man I'm down bad and I don't wanna here a damn thing- also since this is part of the last batch of fics ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ my pined post has the rules and a link to my fandom list as well as master lists so PLEASE send in request!

Sfw, NSFW under cut, older fic etc etc

belphie is only 99% “human” in his human form 

So in his human form belphies tongue is still longer than average, but in his demon form? Ho boy, belphie has a cow tongue, it's also spotted in his demon form 

Belphie likes to start out with slow lazy kisses on your jaw and the corners of your lips, it almost always starts that way

A lazy kiss on your jaw, a sleepy kiss on the corner of your mouth, a kiss to your lips that's slightly too hungry to be innocent 

Likes to be close to you when you make out and it also usually happens after he wakes up from a nap so the most common positions are ;

 you you laying on his chest with your legs straddling his hips, his hand on your butt and the other threaded threw your hair and pushing down slightly 

Or, your laying down and he's straddling your hips, arms wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you up slightly and flush against his chest as he pushes your head against the soft pillows 

Of course there are times at night when belphie is wide awake, most of the time when this happens, your sitting in his lap while his arms are laily wrapped around you

You've made out in the corners, under the stairs, in dark halls, any place in RAD that isn't completely public. This is mainly because 1) he wants to piss off lucifer 2) if he cant sleep between class then he’ll make out with you and 3) other demons need to know their place, your HIS. 

Not as slopy as some of the other brothers but he's one who likes to lick you a lot, he’ll pull your head back and slowly drag his tongue along your neck nice and slow, making sure that it leaves a trail of his saliva before hes right back to claiming your mouth

Gotta make sure other demons can smell him on you 

Belphie has wandering hands when you make out they definitely like to roam and grope at whatever he can, weather that be your ass or squishing your thighs, belphies hands roam 

When his hands aren't roaming wild their threaded thru your hair and gripping your lower back/butt 

Nsfw below cut 

Almost nothing makes his dick harder then seeing you gag on his tongue 

He loves to see you all flushed and drooling slightly as you moan and gag around his tongue 

Kinda gives him a power trip knowing he can make you so flushed and needy just from this

 He likes it when he can pound into you and not break the kiss, his cock shoving into you while his thick tongue claims your mouth 

Sometimes he cant resist and he’ll fuck you in a closet at RAD, what is he suposed to do? Not get rock solid while you moan and gasp from just a kiss (and ur grabby hands sir)

The kinda guy to cum in your mouth and proceed to still makeout with you because he literally doesn't care (we stan a man who gives smooches after head)

If your sitting on his lap then you can feel his erection poke your thigh, if hes stradaling you then his knee is between you legs and m-maybe he’ll hump you a little (or if you let him, until he cums

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 5: caught masturbating with jing yuan from hsr

warnings: caught masturbating, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, undergarments stealing, handjob, praise, thigh riding

notes: hehehehehhe pervy eepy general<333

having a person in a position of power and authority as a lover can be so stressful and scary sometimes. although jing yuan tries his best to make time for you and to spend some quality time together, being the general of the luofu can be so much.

not only was your lover an important figure, so were you. being the most famous merchant in the xianzhou alliance itself gets hard. but it is all worth it to see your sweet lover getting giddy over a new souvenir you brought back. whether that be a tea that helps to relieve stress or now his favorite pair of undergarments that you bought from a different world.

the very same pair now in his hand, wrapped around his hard and angry red cock as jing yuan tries desperately to reach his high without your help. can you blame the poor man? he went so long without your touch and caresses or even smooches to help him out, he was getting desperate.

biting down harder on his lower lip, so hard to the point he could taste the familiar metallic taste of blood on his lips, jing yuan forces himself to stay quiet as his hand moves to become tighter and more desperate on his weeping cock. being in his office in the seat of divine foresight, anyone could easily walk in at any moment and see their perverted general, desperately humping the undergarment of his lover.

and that did happen. you just happened to come back from a business trip to another one of the xianzhou ships earlier than you said you would. and what better sight to greet your tired eyes than that of your lover, fucking his red cock into his fist, barely held back moans and whines of your name tumbling out of his lips.

oh, what a sight to behold.

everyone on the luofu knows and regards jing yuan as the ever so calm and composed general. one of the seven arbiter general of the alliance, one of the six charioteers, always so dependable and perfect. everyone but you.

only you know how weak this man is. only you know how tired he is of his position as general. only you know how with a simple pair of undergarments of yours, your lover of many centuries would turn into a weak fool who would do anything just to get a taste of you.

the white haired man has still yet to notice your presence nor hear the sound of the lock on his office door quietly going click!. he only comes to his senses when he feels your arms wrap around his head, pulling his head close to yourself to rest over your beating heart.

the single whiff of your usual cologne was more than enough for the poor pent up general. hips bucking in his seat as he lets out a loud moan of your name into the fabric of your shirt before his cock spurts out ropes of cum, staining your undergarment that was still wrapped tightly in his grasp.

wasting no time, jing yuan’s free hand pulls you down to sit on his large seat as he settles himself on your lap. you knew this position well. having done this many times before in this same seat, in this same place, in the same position. your lover was quite the pervert underneath the aura of calm and sleepy facade he shows to the world.

“m-my love! aawhhh.. you’re back. you’re back you’re back you’re back! i’m so glad… missed you. missed you so much, my love—!” jing yuan wastes no time. with frantic movements and an embarrassingly hard again cock, he starts to rut himself on your thigh, humping your thigh over the fabric of your pants with weak whines and moans.

nestling his face into the crook of your neck, the white haired man places gentle kisses on the exposed skin on your neck as much as he could. the way his lips would tremble, whines and moans slipping out as he barely holds himself together to place revering kisses on your skin making you feel loved. and love him in return.

“‘m sorry. i have been gone for so long that i left you all alone and pent up, dear” you coo softly, your hand coming to wrap around his hard cock. how he manages to get hard again so easily just by being in your presence should prove just how utterly whipped he was for you. and it does. and you love him immensely for being so infatuated with you just as you are with him.

“no… no no, it’s okayyygh! it’s okay… you’re back, my love. that’s all that matters to me aanh! aaahmg♡︎—!” the general shakes his head, trying to reassure you through salacious moans and rutting himself on your thigh.

when your hand wrapped around his hardened cock again, thumb pushing on the underside of his sweet mushroom tip causing the general to let out loud, debouched sounds akin to a mewl of a cat. his hips buck weakly into your closed fist, trying to reach his high again on your hand and the soiled undergarment of yours.

it was wrong to greet his tired beloved back without a welcome back kiss beforehand, but the fluffy haired man in your lap was desperate and you seemed to understand. how he managed to be so lucky to become your lover was a mystery to him.

with soft coos of praises and how you missed him as much as he did, your hand expertly teasing his drooling slit, fucking his cock into your tightly closed fist, jing yuan lets out delirious babbles of how much he loves you as he comes on your hand.

placing a gentle kiss to his temple, your clean hand runs through his untamable white mane, the two of you simply bask in the peaceful afterglow of reunion and pleasure. cupping your cheek with his clean hand, jung yuan tilts your head to look at him before leaning and giving you a soft peck on your lips. with his signature cheeky grin and heart shaped pupils, he softly whispers,

“welcome back, my beloved.”

[fbfh]

making out with Leo hcs

wc: 1.3k

warnings: making out (obvs),

genre: fluff (and little mild pinch of spice here and there), sfw

pairing: Leo x gn reader

song recs: I stood on my feet for 6 hours straight and all I could think about was you - tea, acolyte - slaughter beach dog

a/n: I couldn't resist w the gif. also GOD this man will be the death of me. I can feel him so viscerally and I need a smooch immediately

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This motherfucker is a kissing MACHINE

Making out with Leo can happen at almost any time

For almost any reason

Bc let’s be real

Who in their right goddamn mind wouldn’t want to make out with him at the drop of a hat

At any and every possible opportunity

So yeah lucky for you

And lucky for Leo

Making out is a very, very frequent occurrence

God Leo just gets lost in you

As cheesy as it may sound

He gets so blissed out from your taste and your smell

The feeling of your lips on his, your skin against his hands, his tongue in your mouth

He literally loses all sense of time and is just in this euphoric haze 

After about three or four seconds he can feel himself just melt into you

And after that?? He’s gone

He’s on another planet

In a whole entirely different world

His hands are everywhere

In your hair, on your face, your neck and waist and ass

Grabbing your legs and caressing you so affectionately, his hands roaming all over your body and slipping under your clothes

And god holding your face??????

That one’s your favorite

When he holds your face in his big warm hands, stroking your skin 

His soft lips are all over yours, tongue slipping playfully into your mouth as he sighs and moans against your lips

His soft breaths puffing over your skin while he works his lips against yours

He’s so happy and so relaxed like this

God you just make him feel so happy

So good and relaxed and warm 

So whole and fuzzy inside

And seriously 

He will make out with you at any and every possible opportunity 

Lazy morning makeouts peppered in between the smell of minty toothpaste and fresh coffee 

Your soft pajamas rub against his skin and you still smell like sleep 

He never knows if he’s flushed from being cuddled under warm blankets or from how sweetly you smile and hum against his lips when he wraps his arms around you

These are sprinkled throughout your whole morning routine 

He’ll sneak in little kisses and love bites while the he starts making you your favorite breakfast

Oh that’s another thing

He fucking loves cooking for you

Especially in the morning when you look all soft and sleepy

Like since you moved in together you literally can’t remember the last time you made your own breakfast

Or on busy days you have the exciting rushed indulgent “one more kiss before we go” kisses

That obviously turn into hurried makeouts

God he’s just addicted to you

Because it’s never just one more kiss

It’s the one after that

And after that

And the murmured “I love you- love you so much-” against your lips

Until you’re a giggling flustered wreck insisting you’ll both be late

And every single time part of him wants to say fuck it

Wrap you up in his arms and throw you on the couch and kiss you until you both pass out

Or yk… something else happens…

And then there are the equally lovely I’m so glad to finally see you after such a long day makeouts

You know, the ones where Leo enters smelling like metal and covered in grease and his hair’s all rumpled and pushed back out of his face

And he drops his bag and lets out the biggest sigh and before you’re even done greeting him he takes your face in his hands and gives you this big messy relieved kiss that melts into a full on makeout before he finally pulls away and looks at you so sweetly

“Hi,” he says softly

You greet him back with a flustered giggle and despite how tired he is he gives you the warmest most organic sincere smile

He would be amazed that you can always make him smile no matter how exhausted he is

But you’re really just that amazing so he can’t say he’s too surprised

Then there are the times where you’re out somewhere or at some event and Leo finds any excuse to slip away with you

You think maybe his social battery is running low

Until he pins you against the wall so you can suck face until you absolutely have to go back out there

He’s gotten in the habit of making a mental note of where any good quiet makeout spots are whenever y’all are anywhere 

It’s not that he can’t keep his hands to himself

But like 

You’re you 

Of course he’s going to jump at any and every opportunity to kiss you breathless and get to hold you close to him and feel your body press against his

Kissing you 

Making out with you

It makes his brain so quiet

And as an adhd genius, that’s not a luxury he gets very often

You’re an oasis of peace in the hurricane of chaos that is his life

And he truly has never been happier since knowing you

He just gets overwhelmed with his love and adoration for you

And usually kissing you does the trick

But sometimes after a while of feeling you grab at his shirt and melt into his touch

After feeling your pulse speed up when he bites at your neck to make you gasp a little

After being so, so close to you and hearing all of your little breaths and noises and sighs

He gets a little frisky

Playful if you will

But can you blame him??

You just look so extra cute when you get like this

I hope you don’t get flustered easily bc he will tease the shit out of you just to see you bury your face in his neck when you get all embarrassed from the attention

And he will find more and more ways to make you a flustered mess when he gets like this during a makeout sesh

Your favorite 

And subsequently his 

Is when he just fuckin

Scoops you up and tosses you onto the nearest surface

This can go one of two ways so we’ll be discussing the non lemon flavored one here

Yes he loves seeing you turn into a flustered mess bc of him

Yes he loves how nervous you get and how easily you respond to all of his licks and kisses and love bites

But god he just loves the intimacy of it all

Getting to lay on top of you on a soft couch with your legs wrapped around him

Holding your face and caressing your body with his hands, every brush of his fingertips telling you over and over how much he loves you

How amazing you are

How he thanks the gods and the fates every goddamn day that you’re in his life at all

Much less to this extent

He loves listening to your blood thrum and your breaths rise and fall

He loves the way you smell, the sound of your voice when it’s all quiet and up close like this

He just loves you

And he will express that in many ways, including making out with you as often as he possibly feasibly can

Because Leo is a firm believer that if you’re lucky enough to bag a catch like you, you kiss them and tell them you love them as often as possible

And get them a lot of flowers

Only some of which are a little charred

And you wouldn’t have them any other way

[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

One Bite for You, One Bite for Me

💗 THIS IS MY 100 200 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x AFAB!Reader

summary: One of the things you and Miguel bond over is delicious food. One day, you notice that your clothes aren’t fitting like they used to. Miguel is there to remind you how beautiful you are.

content warning: established relationship but they’re not married, 18+ so MDNI, non-Spiderman Miguel, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF FOOD AND DRINKS, weight gain, cycles, insecurity about body, alcohol, body worship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾), cunnilingus, lots of praise, a little Spanish (if wrong please lmk)

credit for art + dividers: Me! + @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: This is actually the first fic I wrote when my Miguel hyperfixation came back in full force. I based it off of this video and a comment saying that girls are usually the ones that gain weight super quick in a relationship. Please know that gaining weight is not a bad thing, especially in this story. Relationship weight can be positive and food is here to nourish your body! Also know that everyone’s body is different. Our bodies will react to things in different, unique ways. If you’re ever feeling icky about your weight/health, please take a step back, breathe, and know that you’re beautiful no matter what. There are also sources out there that can help you if your thoughts overpower your heart. Please don’t hesitate to seek help.

word count: 4.3k

To all my food-lovers and fellow plus-size girlies, kisses to you! You’re beautiful!

SPRING 🥭

“Baby!”

You grinned as you heard Miguel’s shout from the front door. His voice had a giddy tilt as if he made a breakthrough in one of his projects.

“I was finally able to stop by the new Jamaican spot before they sold out and look what I got us,” Miguel says before he slides the take-out bags across the table. “Ribs, oxtails, rice and beans, mac, and your favorite…fried plantains!”

You quickly untie the bags, happy to have a break from your research paper, and immediately get hit with the smell of spices both sweet and savory. “Oh my god! That looks incredible.”

After frantically digging around for a plastic fork, you were finally able to pull a piece of meat off the oxtail. It looked mouth-watering and tender. One bite of the meat and you’re immediately groaning, slumped in your chair. You nod your head and scrunch your face, watching as the juice from the gravy soaks into the pieces of rice stuck at the bottom of the take-out plate.

“That is so fucking good, Mig. No wonder there’s never any combos left by the time you leave work.”

Miguel just watches you eat with a glint in his eyes, happy to see you so relaxed and enjoying the food. He reaches into the second bag, pulling out two bottles of juice, “And to make it better, I got their fruit juice, made fresh daily-”

“Passionfruit and mango flavor!” Your eyes got big as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew how much of a juice fanatic you were, so this drink was just the cherry on top of the large ice cream sundae that was your generous boyfriend.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggled and gave his cheek a fat smooch. You patted his chest twice and moved back to set up the table, “Now, hurry and wash up so we can eat this before it gets cold! We’ve got shows to watch.”

“Entendido, I’ll be right back”

SUMMER 🍦

You and Miguel were walking hand in hand along the Cancun Hotel Zone, taking in all the sights. Miguel’s job had given him a promotion along with an extremely high bonus, so what better way to celebrate than to use his PTO and bring the love of his life on vacation?

Granted, the area you guys were currently in was a little touristy, borderline bougie, but it was all worth it when Miguel got to see your eyes light up as you watched the turquoise waves fade into white foam along the shoreline.

You wobbled a bit while clinging to Miguel’s side, a little tipsy from the frozen paloma you drank to pair with today’s lunch. It was a waterfront restaurant with a live band so the vibes were just right for a little bit of liquid fun.

The downside was that the two of you were supposed to meet up with Miguel’s family later that evening and while you were fine with the confidence boost you were sporting, you wanted to be more alert when speaking with loved ones. Plus, you needed to give a good impression to the relatives you hadn’t met yet. It will be nice to put a face to the names of Miguel’s childhood.

“What do you say we stop and get some ice cream?” Miguel suggested, chuckling at you when you grinned up at him, ecstatic over the proposed plan.

“You know me so well,” you said, arms reaching around his waist, face squished into the side of his chest. “I would absolutely love some ice cream. Cool me down from the inside.”

Miguel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You were especially cute when you got like this.

FALL 🍕

“Baby, check this out,” Miguel shouted, finally returning to your table with your food.

The fair was packed full of people, especially due to the pop-up food truck festival happening that same week. You had never seen more people run to get fried turnip greens and loaded fries in your life.

Still, this was just another chance to hang out with Miguel. You really didn’t care where you went with him, as long as you got to see that pretty smile.

You look down at the table and see what he brought back. Before your eyes sat the most un-Miguel order ever: birria pizza and two walking tacos, one Hot Cheetos and the other Dorritos.

“Dorilocos, Miguel. Really?” you raised an eyebrow watching him try to steady the open chip bags over some spread-out napkins.

“Amor, don’t look at me like that! I had to get them because Gabriel kept talking my ear off about this new food truck that made them better than the ones we used to eat on our trips back home. I, for one, don’t believe that for a second, so what better way to test that theory than to eat it with my baby?” Miguel gave the saddest look he could muster and slid his hand across the table, trying to convince you to indulge with him.

“Fine, fine. Don’t give me that look,” you say, pulling off a slice of the pizza, making the cheese stretch as long as you can. “Just don’t complain to me from the bathroom while your stomach fights to digest something it hasn’t had in over a decade!”

Miguel pursed his lips while shoveling as much food as he could on one Doritto, “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? That’s a lot of cheese, babe.”

“Oh my god, some queso tears up my stomach one time and you can’t let that go, can you?”

“It was once and yet you were in agony about it for days. I think I’m allowed to remind you at least monthly.”

“Just eat your food and leave me and my iron stomach alone. We’ll see what happens between today and tomorrow,” you quip, pulling your phone out ready to record Miguel’s reaction to send to Gabriel.

Miguel takes a bite and just leans against the table, head slumped on his clean head.

“Dios mio, he was right. This can’t be happening,” he groaned, slightly annoyed that Gabriel wasn’t exaggerating. He was also shocked at the fact that someone even came close to getting the local snack right.

You giggled behind your phone, happy that his reaction worked in your favor. You zoomed in a little more on his face, capturing him smacking his lips and licking off excess sauce. He was so zoned in on his food that he didn’t even notice you with your phone up.

“Is it good, Mig?” you asked, mirth in your voice.

He looked at you ready to answer but his eyes snapped to your camera and started to whine, “Amor, please stop recording!”

With a small smile, you made sure to add the video to your folder full of Miguel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just look so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel just mumbled to himself while stacking up another chip, neck heated over the interaction. “Here, just try this,” he said, holding a nacho close to your mouth.

You opened your mouth, just barely getting the chip in. Cupping your hand under your head, you begin to hum, the flavors all tangy, spicy, and savory. “I don’t know what your childhood Dorilocos tasted like, but this is really freaking good.”

“Just know that this one is only slightly better. By 0.00001% to be exact,” he said, rubbing sauce off of the corner of your lips and licking it off. The movement was muscle memory for him as he always liked to watch your face when you ate food, especially when it came to any nostalgic or homecooked dishes you never tried before. It warmed his heart to see you find comfort in his favorite foods.

“Well, I can tell you it’s 100% better than the ‘Taco Tuesday’ luncheon my job hosted last month. Nothing but unseasoned ground beef, endless black olives, and store-bought guacamole for two hours,” you respond, shuddering at the memory of soppy taco shells and your coworkers complaining about how spicy the mild salsa was.

“On second thought, this is absolutely a step up. Was the guacamole name brand at least?” He asked, peering up at you with a twist on his lips.

“I’m pretty sure it was a grocery store brand, so no.”

“Damn.”

WINTER 🍫

You were at your apartment in your bed, completely covered under the comforter with a fluffy blanket on top.

It was snowing heavily outside and you were freezing. However, your heater tended to make your apartment feel like a sauna, so you kept snatching the blanket off only to put it back on minutes later. Plus, your cycle was here. Your cramps left you lying on your side, rolling back and forth between the cool side of the bed and the warm side.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you knew you had so much to get done.

Christmas was just around the corner but you still had so many presents left to buy and wrap. Your job was doing the dreaded Secret Santa gift exchange and you were stuck wondering what gift would appeal to the stuck-up director in the accounting department.

You and Miguel were also hosting a small Christmas party amongst your friends, and there was still food left to buy. To top it all off, you were worried about your gift for Miguel, wondering if a silly little apron saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” would hide the fact that you spent a ridiculous amount of money on some new tech he was eyeing.

You heard the apartment door open and close.

Knowing it was Miguel, you groan out dramatically.

He opens the bedroom door and peaks inside, “Baby?”

You just groan out again, “Everything hurts, Miggy.”

He comes up to bed and sits on the edge, “I know, amor. I’m sorry.” He bends down to kiss your head. “Want me to plug up the heat pack?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into his hands. When he gets up to grab the pack, you whine at his absence.

“I know, I know. I’m coming back,” he says, voice soothing.

Instead of turning the pack on, he removes your covers and sits back down on the edge. You shiver a little bit and he’s quick to cover your body with his, rubbing the top of your head as he kisses your temple.

“Are you feeling too bad to eat something for me?” Miguel asks, the timber of his voice settling you.

You shake your head and lean in closer to him.

“I think I want some food,” you reply, squeezing his body. “I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Miguel tuts as he sits up and pulls you up with him, “That’s no good, baby. You have to eat so you can feel better. Your body needs it.”

You groan again and put your face in his neck, not wanting to move.

“Come on,” Miguel says, rubbing you from your back to your leg. “I got you some soup and a grilled cheese.”

“Did you get the stuff for the hot chocolate bar? For the party?” you whisper.

“Mm hm. Jumbo marshmallows included.”

You nuzzle his neck before you look at him, “Carry me to the kitchen?”

He makes a swift move to wrap your legs around his body and hike you up.

He gets up and holds you close, heading to the kitchen, “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

SPRING 🍇

The short spring break trip that Miguel surprised you with has been lovely. Miguel woke you with kisses down your body, taking you to the hilt with his mouth alone. You had to muffle your cries as to not disturb the neighbors in the inn. As his tongue danced inside of you, you gripped his hair with one hand and his head with your thighs. Miguel wouldn’t want it any other way.

After his first course, Miguel treated you to breakfast on the balcony. You two enjoyed looking over the horizon as you ate yogurt parfaits and fluffy omelets.

Later on, the two of you enjoyed a few tours of the vineyard and the city. The sights were beyond compare and the atmosphere was serene.

“Thank you so much for this Miguel,” you say, interrupting the silence.

“Anything for my lady,” he says back. “You’re doing great work this semester so you need the break.” Miguel stopped and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You leaned up and kissed him, hands warm on the sides of his face.

You both started to makeout for so long that Miguel forgot about the massage he had planned for you before tonight’s farm-to-table dinner.

Needless to say, he laid you out on your bed and oiled your body down. Your head was in your arms as rubbed his hands up and down your back. His hands were heaven and you felt like puddy by the time he flipped you over.

After he massaged your inner thighs he pounded you into the mattress. Something you’re sure the hired masseuse would never be able to do.

Miguel joked and called it the Miguel Magic Massage when you asked if he offered this special regularly. The price? Being his cariño, his amor, his sweetheart.

By the time dinner started, you were glowing. You felt adored and the courses were amazing.

Miguel made sure everyone knew you were his. His hand never left your thigh the entire meal, staring down the older men sitting at the end table who were looking a little too long at the dip of your dress.

You were oblivious, feeding Miguel bites occasionally and humming at how fresh and delicious everything was.

After the last course was over, the men came to you all’s side of the table quickly. All of them started to make conversation with you, plugging in their businesses, and stuffing their business cards in your hands.

It was as if Miguel was invisible. He scowls deeper when they let out hearty laughs at something you said.

“Are you fellas here with your wives?” Miguel asked loudly, completely irritated. “My wife and I have really enjoyed our time here. It’s a beautiful place for couples.”

Some of the men went red in the face flustered at Miguel catching their scheme. Others just scowled, pissed off at being interrupted.

None of them could answer his question.

You looked at Miguel, eyes heavy and relaxed.

“You gentlemen have a great night,” you said, putting your hand in Miguel’s as he guided you to the exit.

“Your wife, huh?” you asked, core on fire. It was hot watching Miguel get so worked up over you.

“Baby, they were looking at you like you were some fresh meat. Like I wasn’t even sitting there,” he grumbled.

“One of them already offered to bring me on a cruise. He’s staying right next to us,” you say, standing outside your room as Miguel swipes his card at the door. You walked your fingers up his chest, heated over the grit you could see from his profile.

He was oh so upset.

“He’s next to us? Right here?” Miguel asked, voice low.

You nodded as you bit your lip, arm around his neck.

Miguel picked you up and dragged you to the bed. You giggled a little to yourself as he plopped you down. Mission accomplished. Silently, you thank those older men. If it weren’t for their overconfidence, Miguel wouldn’t have been tearing at your clothes like he us right now.

Miguel kept you up almost that whole night, making sure that the neighbors heard your cries. Those old geezers were sure to know his name by the next morning. Buying you a ring wasn’t enough. He needed a bat.

It was all worth it to see the tired and flushed looks of their faces when you all checked out the next day.

SUMMER 🍯

“What the fuck,” you mumble, looking down at the pair of jeans you were trying to put on.

It was early morning. You had a family reunion that you and Miguel would take a bit of a drive to get to.

You made sure that everything was packed the following night. Some clothes to stay for a few days, a few snacks for the road, a book for you to catch up on, and even a crossword puzzle book for Miguel.

You planned ahead. You were diligent. So why is it that when everything else is going right, your pants decide not to button up?

You pulled at the flaps once more, trying your hardest to connect the button with the hole. It fails as they slip from your grasp. You try again, sucking in your stomach as much as you could. You get the button to snap in this time, but it’s digging unbearably into your skin. The zipper fights against you as you try to pull it up.

You huff out in frustration and the pants snap open again.

Defeated, you let out a watery sigh and look in the mirror.

Your stomach was bigger than you last remembered, fupa a little more prominent. Your thighs were also a little thicker, the jeans hugging them a little tight. Your breasts looked a little big in your shirt. The family name stretches a bit more across your bust than the original design intended. Even your face was a little chubbier than normal. When was the last time your jaw was like this? High school?

When did you get like this?

You felt your throat start to burn, a sob building in your system. You’ve always been fine with your body, loving the dips and curves. Adoring your flaws and finding beauty in what society decides is not worthy.

You knew this. You knew that you were beautiful. Why was it so hard to get that thought into your conscience?

You felt the tears roll down as you peeled the jeans off of your legs. They were especially tight at your hips and you wondered how you even forced them past in the first place.

You didn’t know what to do. It was so hot outside, so you needed something comfortable, but those jeans…you had your mind set to wear those jeans.

You rummage through your closet in frustration, pushing and pulling the clothes across the rack.

By the time Miguel found you, you were squatting in the closet, hot tears covering your face.

“Babe, it’s been almost 30 minutes and we need to head out before the work traffic starts-”

Miguel stopped in the doorway as he noticed the state of the closet, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? ¿Que pasó, cariño?”

You wipe furiously at your face, sniffling loud as you hear Miguel push clothes to the side to get to you.

“My pants don’t fit. I don’t think anything else will fit either,” you say, stuttering out your words as Miguel gets to your side.

You let him pull you up into a standing position. You felt defeated.

Miguel looked at you and wiped away the tears that you missed. You feel horrible as your face scrunches up again, tears forming in your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Miguel says, hugging you close. “Listen to me. I know that this feels like a lot, but this is normal. Your body will always change with you. You’re still the same beautiful, gorgeous woman I met years ago and that’s not changing because you got some extra hips, baby.”

“But Miguel,” you say, voice so sad. “I feel like I just got those pants. And. Nothing else in here goes with this shirt. I’m scared that nothing else will fit-”

“And if that’s the case, I’ll buy you new clothes,” Miguel says, pressing kisses over your face. “If these clothes mean that much to you, I’ll take you to the gym. Let me work out with you, but until then, I’m loving your body as is.”

You stare at Miguel, heart beating at his revelation. He stared right back at you, daring you to question or challenge his words.

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like this. If anyone has ever let you feel insecure about your body, they’re an ass, let me deal with them. If I ever do anything to make you feel insecure, tell me. Yell at me. Question me, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s not me.”

He hiked you up on the closet island in the middle of the room. You shiver a bit as your naked legs hit the wood.

He leans closer, placing his hands on the side of you, “Now, let’s think. Don’t you have a pair of cargo shorts that match the ones I’m wearing right now?”

You whisper out a yes.

“Would you be ok with wearing those? I’m sure they fit perfectly.”

You say yes again, head leaning onto his. You could accessorize it perfectly. It would make a great couple’s look.

Miguel knew this much, he just had to get you to see it.

“I love you, ok?” he says, voice clear.

“I love you, too. Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for my girl,” Miguel says. “My beautiful girl. She’s just for me. I can’t believe it.”

Your heart beats faster as he starts to kiss down your body.

“Her face is so lovely.” A kiss to your cheek and your lips.

“She’s always working so hard.” A kiss to your neck and your collarbone. He pulls your shirt over your head.

“She makes me so happy.” A suck to your breasts as he unclasps your bra.

“Her body is beyond comparison.” A trail of kisses down your stomach, your belly twitching as his breath twinkles on along your skin. “Soft. Amazing. Irresistible.”

“Her thighs are my earmuffs.” A caress to your inner thighs. Your legs snap a bit, ticklish at his ministrations.

“Miguel?” you whimper out.

“I have to relax you before this ride. Can’t have you upset,” he says, kissing his way up your thighs to your panties. “May I?”

You nod your head, fingers grasping at nothing but then a flat surface.

Miguel was swift. He pulled your underwear down and kissed at your clit. You could only hold tight as he pulled your body forward and dove in.

It wasn’t long before you were shaking like a leaf. Miguel sucked at you for minutes, pulling a long orgasm out of your system.

He kneaded your thighs as you trembled around his tongue, humming as your legs squeezed tighter. That was the queue for him to go further, so he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up so that his fingers could pump in and out of you.

It took all of your strength not to let your body drop off the other side of the island.

“Miggy, please,” you wailed. You wanted more.

Miguel looked up at you whining above him. You pull your legs up, holding your hands under your thighs, practically begging for him.

Miguel kissed up your body again. He was swift with removing his clothes. You still had to have these clothes fresh for later and Miguel was about to wear you out.

He moved to push himself inside of you, grunting as you gripped him.

He replaced your hands with his and pulled your legs up by his head. You balanced yourself on the island as he slowly started to thrust.

“So good. Just for me,” Miguel said, watching as your body moved with his movement. “Perfect. And all mine.”

You remained quiet, whimpering softly as he dragged against you.

“You heard me, hermosa?” Miguel said. “You’re beautiful. C’mon. Say it for me.”

“I’m,” you stopped, mind foggy. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond when he was going so deep.

“Say it.”

You cried out as he snapped harder, “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right baby,” Miguel praises you, bending further to give you a kiss. “So amazing.”

He praised you until you finished, squeezing at any of you that he got his hands. By the time he was done, your arms felt like jelly from holding you up.

He carried you to the bathroom for a quick shower, never stopping his reassurances of you.

You guys made it in the car an hour and a half off schedule, but it was worth it for the uplifted way you carried yourself throughout the day.

It was worth it to see you happy and healthy.

By the time you made it to the reunion, it was like you were born anew. You greeted your family with smiles and laughter. Miguel couldn’t help but to cheese watching you do your thing.

He felt his heart soar as you caught up with family. Your smile was the biggest as you were out on the floor line dancing your heart out. He was right up behind you when Outstanding came on. The song was really a declaration of how he felt about you.

You giggled as he crooned in your ear.

“You light my fire,” he sang, swinging your hips in time with his.

“I feel alive with you, baby,” he spins you around to him, a smile on his face.

“You blow my mind,” he pulled you out and back in.

“I’m satisfied,” you squeal as he spins you in the air and puts you back down to keep dancing.

Outstanding. You really knock him out.

Another season where Miguel adored you more.

Another season where Miguel wanted you to be forever his.

Another season where he made sure he fed you well.

Another season of you making his heart pound.

Another season of your love reaching to the fullest.

Miguel was excited for the next season with you.

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! 💗

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. Let me know how you feel! 🥺🧁

Until next time,

-Lauro 💗

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part Six//W.W.

Warnings: SMUT, fluffy and filthy lovemaking, presence of cum, little bit of adult breastfeeding(sorry)(but am I?), doggy, interrupted sex, wanting to taste cum

The midwife came by for your six week post birth check up, and gave you the “okay” to start having sex again.

You and Willy wasted no time.

That very evening, Willy put the twins to bed, “I want you to go to our room,” he said, "and take off your clothes and get in to bed.”

It felt like forever waiting for him in bed, under your cozy sheets, your bare skin burning with desire.

“Sorry, honey,” Willy said, coming into the room, “Maple was fussy for a minute, but she’s asleep now.”

You bit your lip, watching your man pulling his shirt over his head, making his curls frizz out wildly. He dropped his pants to the floor. Completely naked, he got on top of you, kissing you on the cheek. You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Daddy’s here.” he whispered, then captured your lips in a deep kiss. You were both hungry for each other, and your tongues danced eagerly in your mouths.

“Mm, fuck me, Willy.” you moaned.

He shoved the sheets off your body, and he left little kisses on your stomach, down your hips, and onto your thighs, sliding his hands down your curves the whole way. He parted your legs, and instantly dipped down to lap his tongue along your clit. “So wet, my love, and so yummy.” he said, then resumed licking stripes between your folds.

You mumbled some curse words, and hiked your knees up and apart, spreading your pussy completely for him. As he suctioned his mouth on your clit, you grabbed his curls, moaning like mad.

Willy held your thighs, and shook his head back and forth, his tongue swiping over your clit. He started to moan against you, creating vibrations through your entire body.

“Ugh, god, Willy!” you cried.

He pressed a kiss to your dripping pussy, then backed away a bit. He inserted two fingers inside you, pumping them steadily.

It was just a moment after he started to fuck you with his fingers that you came. You were out of breath, but you knew that this was far from over.

Willy got on top of you, hovering over your face, he kissed you. You felt his hard cock nudging into your wetness. With a little push, he was inside you. His bright green eyes had gotten darker with lust, and his mouth fell open as he entered you.

You clasped your arms and legs around his body. You just wanted him completely on you. You needed his warmth around you, his cock inside of you, and his skin on yours, just to survive.

With your bodies totally pressed together, Willy started to rock his hips to and fro. His cock filled you up and it slid in and out so blissfully. His chest massaged your tits as he moved. His tight tummy was smooth, and his muscles rippled against you.

“Willy, Willy, I love you.” You cooed, repeating it like a mantra over and over.

He kissed your face tenderly, and rested his head next to yours, moaning in your ear, “I love you, my darling. Mother of my sweet babies.” He ran his hand over your hair, and gave you soft smooches on your cheek, and down your neck. He sucked on your throat, as if he wanted to consume you.

Willy then stopped, raising himself slightly. He pushed his whole length into you from an altered angle.

You arched your back, moaning as he filled you up like never before. Your toes curled and your legs involuntarily clenched his sides.

He switched up his rhythm, and now he thrusted into you hard and rough. Wet smacking sounds came from his cock pounding your pussy.

You took the Lord’s name in vain. Fuck, this was worth the wait. You pressed your hands onto Willy’s back. Feeling another orgasm mounting. You watched as his brows furrowed together. He would go from a look of serious concentration to letting his head fall back from the pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he did so.

Willy stuck his thumb in his mouth, wetting it, then he pressed it to your clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub as he rotated his hips, letting his cock destroy your pussy walls.

Your pussy throbbed, and you fully let go, shaking against Willy as you came again.

He pulled his cock out as you tried to regain your breathing, and he jerked it for a few seconds before drops of his cum started to land on your belly.

“Ahh.” he groaned, emptying his load, and then he looked at you with a silly little grin.

You panted softly and giggled at the look on his face. Your man was satisfied and so in love. And you were absolutely obsessed with him.

He leaned down to kiss you, and your hands went to his sides, feeling his soft, sweaty skin. “We’re not done yet, my love, I hope you know.”

You laughed, “Clean me up before we go again, Willy Wonka.”

He nodded, letting his curls fall down in your forehead as he kissed you quickly. He got up to grab a cloth to wipe your belly with.

……

You fell asleep for a couple of hours or so, knowing that he would wake you up for more sex. You were sound asleep, but you felt a pair of warm, wet lips on your nipple. You pulled the covers away, and cupped his handsome face as he sucked some milk from your tit. “Willy.” you cooed.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” he said, holding your breast, he took another suck, swallowed, “So sweet, like candy.”

“It’s okay, I knew you were going to wake me up somehow.” You slowly combed your fingers through his hair, keeping it out of his eyes.

Willy sighed happily as he suckled you. He nuzzled his face into your breasts, kissing your nipples like he was thanking them for your milk. He drank from you for just a moment more, then he sat up, “Round two, baby?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You nodded, smiling cheekily. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

“Ass up, I love looking at your beautiful back while I ram into you.” he answered, confidently.

You mock pouted at him, “That’s sweet. And so hot, Mr. Wonka.” you sat up, touching his chest and kissing him.

“Mm,” he cooed against your lips, parting to say, “I think I like it when you call me Mr. Wonka.”

You giggled, “Well you are my candy man, and this round,” you traced his lips idly with your fingertips, “I want to taste your sweet cream, sir.”

Willy smirked, “Yes ma’am, but first I have to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” With that, he spun you, shoved you onto your hands and knees and grabbed your ass.

You gasped, but arched your back in sync with him sticking his cock in you. You grabbed onto the pillow as an anchor as he bucked his hips.

He squeezed and kneaded your ass cheeks as he slammed his cock inside of you. He leaned forward, shoving your shoulders down and he started to pound away at you as fast as he could.

You whimpered and whined repeatedly. The friction inside of you felt amazing, and your legs started to shake. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” you cried into the mattress. It was such a thrill for you to have the kind, tender Willy in front of everyone, but also have the Willy that was so confident and passionate when it came to sex. He was the perfect man, a gentleman in the streets and a freak in your sheets.

Suddenly, there was a different kind of cry to be heard. It was one of the babies.

Willy stopped what he was doing to you at once, “I bet it’s Maple, she had a hard time getting to sleep, poor thing.” he was panting. He gently placed you down on the bed.

“I would go check on her, honey, but… I don’t think I can walk.” you admitted with a tiny laugh.

Willy smiled at you, and he caressed your face lovingly. “Don’t you worry, Mommy. I’ll take care of everything.”

Your baby girl let out another pitiful cry.

He kissed you quickly, “Off I go. We will finish this another time, my love.” he promised before whisking away to the babies’ room.

I'm definitely getting that cream soon.

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[heeliopheelia]

"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin ♡

warnings: swearing, kissing

a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive 😭 but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3

You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.

The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.

In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.

That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.

Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.

After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.

Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.

Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.

"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.

He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"

You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."

A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."

You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"

"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."

You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.

"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.

But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.

"Okay."

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[devil-in-hiding]

Gaz getting the first dance with farmer!reader. It's quiet on the farm, gaz sitting at the table with a cup of tea and (idk, numbers, plot plans, paper work things) as reader does something of her own across from him. The quality time is purring, comfortable doing separate work around each other. The radio playing a mix of songs, a romantic jazz or classic song plays and he's asking for her hand in a dance. They are both all smiles and giggles as they dance around the kitchen her leg hooking his hip, his hand finds her thigh, eyes lock. He's just so pretty, he deserves a sweet peach

AGAIN LET ME JUST GIVE YOU A SMOOCH THIS IS SO FHKEEKKEKTJRJRJ I AM SO FUCKING SOFT

Gaz would 100% look over bills for you

and god the look on this man’s face watching you simply just put away dishes, hips swaying to an old song that comes through the stereo in the living room, an old record Price put on before dozing on the couch

Gaz slipping up, taking your hand and spinning you around, soaking up the sound of your laughter. “Hey! I’m trying to-“

“Dance with me.” He whispers, pulling you flush against his chest and you go willingly, biting your lip. “Better not step on my toes.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck and his grin almost blinds you.

“I plan on sweeping you off your feet beautiful.”

[bueckers-sturniolo]

you are in love. (part 2 to the alchemy)

paige bueckers x fem!reader

read part 1 here!

word count: 1,234!

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, drunk!paige, smooching. ALSO, if u listen to the song and read, i skipped around and used different lyrics to make this flow easier and more understandable.

authors note: HI GUYS! i wrote the alchemy 10-ish days ago now, and you guys have shown me so much love and support. i cannot express how happy i am that you guys enjoy my writing :) i hope you guys love, love, love this. i love love love you. part 3 coming soon, hopefully :)

p.s. all of the words highlighted in blue are references back to you are in love. enjoy :)

one look, dark room. meant just for you. time moved too fast, you play it back. buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke. no proof, not much. but, you saw enough. small talk, he drives. coffee at midnight. the light reflects, the chain on your neck. he says,’look up,’ and your shoulders brush. no proof, one touch, but you felt enough.

the night after the game was a blur. well, partly. the team was now at a restaurant-bar type thing. some of you were drinking, some of you aren’t. paige was, which, everytime the team went out, she did. but, this time is… different.

shes always a little touchy-feely when drunk, but, she’s taking it to a whole new level tonight. right now, you’re talking to kk, sitting down, and she’s somewhere taking shots with azzi. you’ve been keeping an eye on her all night, but…. she tends to wander.

you’re currently drinking an espresso martini, even though it was close to midnight and it probably wasn’t the best idea to drink coffee at midnight. but, who cares? it’s fun.

“im surprised paige isn’t attached to your hip, right now.” kk says, snapping you out of your daze with a light-hearted joke.

you chuckle, shaking your head. your gaze meets paige again. she finally locks eyes with you, and smiles lopsidedly.

“holy shit, she’s hammered.” you whisper to kk, and kk laughs, “yeah, she normally gets a little tipsy after a win.” you nod at that, then signal for paige to walk over to you guys.

she makes her way over to you guys, immediately walking up behind you and resting her chin on your shoulder.

“hey, hiccup, killer. what’s up?” paige says, slurring her words. you can smell the alcohol. maybe it’s from the close proximity, maybe she’s just chugging alcohol like it’s spring break. you have no clue, but regardless, it kinda makes your stomach turn. it’s not a great smell.

“just checkin’ on you,” you mumble, turning your face to look at her. she looks at you from the corner of her eyes, smiling slightly. “how much have you had to drink?”

“a few, not a lot…” she says, still smiling. you chuckle, looking back at kk with a ‘are you hearing this bitch lie straight through her teeth?’ look, and kk just smiles.

paige’s hand made its way around your body, then brings it up to your collarbones, fiddling with the necklace around your neck. she hums as she looks at it.

“it’s sparkly.” paige says, her drunk mind being weirdly fascinated with the way the light reflects the chain on your neck. you smile at that, finding it absolutely fucking adorable how interesting she finds this necklace, even though you wear it all the time.

one step, not much. but, it said enough. you kiss on sidewalks,

by the time paige is ready to leave, it’s 1:46 am. the rest of the team had left already, getting bored of waiting for paige to hurry up. but, you felt obligated to stay. so, you call an uber, then you guys stand outside on the sidewalk. it’s december, and it’s extremely cold outside. you and paige stand huddled up to each other, shivering. your teeth started chattering together, and paige couldn’t bare it anymore.

that’s when paige wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you into her. it wasn’t really for her sake, at all. it was for yours.

you rest your head into the crook of her neck, pushing your hands inbetween your bodies to seek some sort of warmth. you guys stand like this in silence for a few minutes. then, her drunk temptations started to get the best of her. she gently nudges your face with her shoulder, signaling for you to lift it up.

as you do, she looks at you for a few seconds. you were extremely confused as to why she would take away your sense of heat, and then she kisses you. she kisses you.

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, is your only thought. after a few moments of shock, you decide to kiss back, bringing your hands up to her face. it feels wrong, you feel guilty. she’s so drunk she probably doesn’t even know what she’s doing.

but, drunk actions are sober thoughts. so, fuck it, you think.

as the uber rolls up beside you guys, she breaks the kiss. she then just lets go of you and walks off like it didn’t fucking happen. what. the. fuck. is still your only thought.

you fight, then you talk.

the next morning, you decide to ask her about it. bad choice, but hell, why not?

“so… you just…” you stay silent for a few seconds, “don’t remember kissing me? at all?” you say, getting frustrated. you had no real reason as to getting angry over this, but, you wanted her to remember it. you wanted her to have meant it.

“no, i do not fuckin’ remember it, why is it even such a big deal? friends kiss all the time as a joke.” paige says, shrugging. she’s sitting across from you on your couch right now, and she’s sitting as far as she can. why the fuck is she doing this?

“paige, i just-“ you cut yourself off, running your hands over your face. how do you defend the fact that you’re angry about your best friend not remembering kissing you while drunk? it’s not even that big of a deal, really.

“look, im sorry i did it. im sorry i dont remember. it was a mistake, y/n.” she says, sighing. okay, fuck you too, then, you think. you didn’t really want to talk about it anymore, honestly. her saying it was a mistake was something that was so hurtful that it kinda made you have that feeling in your stomach when it feels like your heart has actually dropped down onto it. (does that even make sense? let me know)

now or never, now or never, now or never, you repeat in your head.

you take a deep breath, opening your mouth. then, you close it again. paige is staring dead at you. she’s always been good at just making eye contact with anyone and everyone, it made you kinda nervous. you weren’t bad or uneasy with eye contact normally, but with her… it was different.

“what if i wanted you to mean it, paige?” you say, looking her dead in the eyes.

she stares. all that she can is fucking stare at you. “what?” she mumbled out, quietly. “what do you mean, ‘what?’ its pretty damn clear. what if i wanted you to mean it when you kissed me? i know you were drunk, i understand that. but, what if i have been praying since it happened that you intended for that to happen and the only way you could push yourself to finally do it was when you were drunk off your ass?” you begin rambling out of frustration of her not responding with what you want her to.

you want her to admit that she wanted to kiss you. you wanted her to admit that every time she saw you, it took every fiber and atom in her body to hold back from kissing you. but, she didn’t. she stares at you in shock, eyes wide. in disbelief, even.

“what?”

a/n: sorry for the cliffhanger. anyway, part 3? 😁

[anemptypuddingcup]

contains sloppy kissing, dry humping & slight voyeurism.

This imagine is really fucking sloppy yet so good, imagine Luffy allowing himself to share you with Law just bc Law is lonely.

Also reader is like- half-naked in this for whatever reason.

“Mmmh~”

His hands trails down to your ass and grope the fat of both of your cheeks, a squeak leaving you as you felt his thick hands pinch and play at the fat of your ass. Your back was arched and your arms were wrapped around sweet ol’ Law’s neck while he kissed you so sloppily.

His tongue swirled and twirled with yours, his stronger muscle dominating yours and began to make you soak your panties.

Luffy sat there with his arms crossed, a brow quirked up as he watches you both make out with each other. He had to admit it that was hot hearing your sweet little moans and watching you melt on Law’s lap from his kisses. Though on the other hand he was absolutely pissed, he should’ve known better than to share with Law.

It’s only because he felt that Law could take you away from him, and he didn’t like that one bit.

“Oi Torao, don’ be stingy w’her. Share w’me.” Luffy demanded, his eyes glaring up at him and huffing. You mewl out and grip Law’s shoulders as he pulls his lips away from yours, a string of saliva tearing and spilling down both of your chins. Law turns to Luffy and rolls his eyes, a bit pissed that he gotten his little make-out session interrupted.

At least let him touch on you a bit more.

“C’mere baby~ Wanna kiss ya too, lil’ mami~” Luffy gets a grasp on your face and softly pulled your swollen glossy ones to his chapped ones. You moan out shakily as you kissed Luffy, your eyes rolling as his kiss consumed you and melted your mind.

Luffy pulls you from Law’s lap and grips your thighs to pull you higher onto his lap. You moan out suddenly as he began to grind his hips up into yours, feeling his thick and pulsating erection along your folds and up against your clit. You mewl out softly as you begin to hump and grind against his clothed cock, yearning for some type of friction from all the hot and sticky kisses clouding your brain.

A little gasp leaves your lips as you feel Law press a sticky smooch against your shoulder before pressing his hands up against your ass once again. Law couldn’t help but to grope and touch on you, his large hands making you tremble against Luffy. “Your skin taste so sweet and it’s so soft. Fuck you’re so perfect aren’t you pretty girl?~” Law whispers into your ear, his voice making you shudder with arousal while you continue to kiss Luffy.

Luffy groans out and begins to rut up into you, his brows furrowing as he yearn for some attention down on his dick. Law begins to hump up against your behind, his soft and shaky groans against your ear making you whine out into Luffy’s lips.

Luffy finally pulls back but not before pressing a few more smooches onto your lips. You gasp out so suddenly as both Luffy and Law press sloppy kisses against your neck, peppering kisses all down your skin while they hump up against your clothed cunt and ass like wild animals in heat.

Law press his hands down on the mattress before grinding his cock harder against your ass, pushing and squeezing your body in closer with Luffy’s.

“Ya soakin’ wet baby, ya makin’ my dick all hard f’ya~” Luffy gasps, his mouth hanging open as he continues to thrust his hips up into you. You could hear Law groaning and grunting behind you, biting your shoulder while he rolled his hips repeatedly against your ass, providing friction against his erection. “You got such a nice ass back here baby~ It’s makin’ my dick feel so fucking good~”

“Oi, watch it Torao.”

“Why should I? She’s obviously enjoying the both of us. We should worry more about her, shouldn’t we Mugiwara-Ya?” Law grips your face, squeezing your cheeks playfully.

You could only moan out in pleasure, the feeling of their lips against yours and their cocks against your lower region. Even if they were dry humping and grinding hard against you, it felt so fucking wonderful. You grab Luffy’s face and pull him back in for another kiss, making him let out a strained groan as his cock throbbed against your cunt.

You whine out as his warm chapped lips press against yours, his tongue lazily twirling with yours. Luffy groans as he grips your panties, pulling on the hem as he urged for you to take them off. You pull away from Luffy’s lips and peek over your shoulder to look at Law. He was huffing heavily and getting more vocal, his eyes shut tightly as he grew closer to his orgasm. You give him a smooch against his lips and he moans out before cupping your face and keeping your lips against his.

The kiss was caused him to grow more feral as he pulls his jeans down his hips, his clothed cock grinding harder against your ass. Luffy watched as he continued to grind up into your cunt, the sight making him a bit more feisty. He slides his hands underneath your bra, pressing his hands up against breasts and groping them before pinching your softened buds. You gasp out against Law’s lips and pull back, your body shuddering as you felt yourself growing close.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~ L-Lawww~” You mewl out their names as you arch your back with Luffy’s hands pressed up against your hips and pulling them repeatedly across his clothed cock. “Ya gonna cum? Ya gonna soak ya panties mami? Hmm?~” Luffy whispers, pressing his chest up against your breasts while your back presses up against Law’s chest, sandwiching you between them. Your toes curled as Luffy’s grinding stimulates your clit, your moans growing louder and your gasps growing heavier.

“S-She’s close to cumming- Keep going~” Law huffs out, his hands now groping and massaging your breasts. You grip Law’s forearms and scratch against his skin, letting out a loud moan as you felt yourself on the edge. “I-I’m gonna cum! I-I’m cumming!~” You gasp out and finally release, squirting and soaking your panties in the process.

Luffy presses a kiss to your lips while you mewl and moan out, with Law pressing a smooch against your neck. You feel them both grind up against you a bit harder, their breathing growing heavy as they were close to cumming in their briefs. “Fuck I feel it comin’~ M-M’gonna cum s’fuckin harddd~” Luffy gasps out as his fingers went deep into your hips, his cock twitching against your cunt.

“Fuck~ Hah!~ I-I’m cumming~” Law’s hands squeeze your breasts slightly tighter as he grinds his hips harder against your ass. His body shudders heavily and he groans out as he cums in his briefs, letting out a shaky groan as he humps your ass a few more times before come to a complete stop. You let out more whiny moans as Luffy continued to grind and hip against your now sticky soaking & sensitive slit, desperately struggling to chase after his high.

Law removes his hands from your soft and pretty breasts and pulls back away from you and Luffy with a heavy sigh. He watches as Luffy pushes your body down into the mattress and continues to desperately hump you. “Ahh~ fuck~ Ya feel s’fuckin good~ Ahhhh Mamiiii~” Luffy whines out, his hands constantly grinding your hips up against his, sliding your pussy up against his cock.

“Mmh Luffy~ Y-You’re gonna m-make me cum again!~” You gasp out, wrapping your legs around his hips tightly while your toes began to curl once again. “Cum again! Soak them fuckin’ panties even more!~” Luffy huffs, wrapping his arms tight around your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, a whine leaving your lips as you kept him close.

Law watched you both in silence, a bit of arousal began to spiral within him as he watched you both melt into a mess of sticky and drenched clothes. Gripping his shirt tightly, you squirm underneath him and bite your bottom lip tighly, feeling another orgasm rising within your core.

“Mmgh! Ahhh! L-Luffy!~” You moan out, your legs shuddering against his hips as he ruts hungrily against your soaking pussy. Luffy whines out as gasps out as he finally feels himself ready to burst. Pulling his jeans and briefs down to his thighs, he grinds his bare cock against your clothed and sticky cunt, his hand gripping and pulling on your bra strap.

“Ah! Ah! M-M’gonna!-“ Luffy gasps out heavily as he finally release, his cum shooting out onto the bare skin of your tummy. You whimper out loudly as you squirt once again, drenching your panties in your own sticky cum even more. The warmth of his cum against your tummy made you shiver before you let out a soft little sigh.

Luffy’s body falls down against yours, moaning softly as he hugged you and pepper a kiss to your lips. You giggle and comb your fingers through his raven curls while Law stared there, trembling and hard from watching you both.

“Fuck, you two are so hot..” He sighs heavily, tracing his finger along the imprint of his erecting through his briefs. Luffy peers at him before smiling mischievously. “Shishishi~ Ya getting harder Torao~” He snickers, pointing to Law’s briefs.

“Let him join Luffy, don’t be a meanie…He looks like he needs it..” You pout to Luffy. Luffy sighs before laying head back in your shoulder. “Ughhh. Only cuz ya want him to.” He huffs, staring up up you with his beady eyes. Law hesitates but scoots closer to you and lies beside you both. You wrap your arm around him and Luffy and pull them close, pressing a smooch to both of their temples.

“You two are so cute.” You hum to them both.

Whack ending ik- and I’m sorry for it.

I was horny, high & sleepy while this shit was in the making.

[riskyraiker]

Music to your ears

Sub!Schlatt x Dom!reader

AN: HELLO! I finally write something for the big guy! And a lot of people on Tumblr say he's a top but to me he's the tough guy who loves being a bottom. If you have requests for Schlatt OR TED i can do them. There is a list pinned on my profile of what i write, go check it out!

Reader is GN, but called mommy. No specific anatomy described

Tags: Sub Schlatt, Mommy kink, Dom reader. Blowjob, degrading, overstimulation and praising.

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You and Schlatt are dating but sometimes his internet persona got onto your nerves. "Look at this bitch, so dumb!" There he went and made fun of everyone who made a dumb mistake he saw in the tiktoks he was reacting to. You are there too, because Schlatts fans love when you guys make content together. But right now it wasn't so fun for you. Having a dirty idea sounded fun at least and so you did it, you whispered dirty things into his ear. "How 'bout I turn you into a bitch just for me?" You did get a reaction out of him so you acted quick, smooched his cheek and left saying you're tired and thirsty. You didn't hear him speak until you left the room, you got your phone and watched his stream. He's red as a tomato yelling at chat that he's not blushing and you loved when he got flustered. Forgetting the stream, laying on the couch, putting your phone down and turning the TV on. Not long after you could hear Jambo and [REDACTED] meowing next to you wanting food. "Sup little fellers. Hope your dad won't kick me out after that trick I pulled." Lifting Jambo up into your arms, [REDACTED] following behind. You walk to the kitchen, putting the cat down and getting their food from the cabinet. "There you go little guys. Better not be hungry now." Surprisingly Schlatt had ended stream few minutes ago and quietly walked into the kitchen right behind you so you wouldn't manage to run away from him. Not until his hands wrap around your waist and get a good hold, pinning you against the wall. There's an intense but lust filled look in both of your eyes. "How fucking dare you pull such a trick on stream! Are you that greedy?" Schlatt wasn't actually mad, but just embarrassed and quite horny. If he gave you an attitude you gave one back "Me greedy? You're the one who has been whining the past week for a man to rail the shit out of you when you see even one clip of them!" As if you would be a bottom. Never! That man was more submissive than you would think. Schlatt is of course taller than you, but he doesn't have you under his control.

“You like the idea of being dominated and I would love the idea of having you whining under me.” You spat back and that made Schlatt freeze. Taking the chance, you kiss him and push him against the opposite wall. “Let’s see who’s greedy now, pretty boy” You both continue to make out for a while until your mouth is on his neck. Sucking, kissing, biting and licking on every part you can, marking him up. Small whines leave his throat, he has his mouth shut tight as possible but it doesn't help. Schlatt's cock already hard, yet you give his crotch zero attention. His hands are on your hips holding you still and to keep you close. “Hands off, I'm gonna test you and see if that little whisper of mine will stand.” Schlatt lets out a whine and puts his hands on his head, holding his hair. You start to go lower, exploring his body with your hands, lifting up his shirt and kissing his v-line. Pulling his trousers down along with his boxers, his cock sprungs free from the tight space. You grab his cock and squeeze it from the base and watch as precum slides from the tip. Giving the tip a small kiss you take it into your mouth, and immediately sucking hard. You earn a loud moan from the action, so you start bobbing your head. Schlatt’s hands find their place in your hair, but you stop once you feel them. “Toots, don't stop now..” Schlatt whines and doesn't realize his mistake. Taking the cock out of your mouth, “Did I say you could touch me or hold my hair? You slut.” Schlatt can't process your words and tries to move you by tugging your hair. You rise from your knees and grab his chin firmly, but not hard enough to hurt him. “Did you even hear what I just said? No. Touching.” Schlatt just looks slightly over you, but you go on your toes to claim eye contact. “I'm sorry..so sorry, mommy” You let go of his chin and go back on your knees. “That's what I thought. You better behave or I'll leave you like this.” Schlatt whined once again and tried his best to keep still.

You don't start to suck him off immediately, but you jerk him off slightly at first, just to get a reaction out of him. Once your mouth is back on him, the melodies his throat creates are pure heaven to your ears. Schlatts hips twitch a little, but you push them back, Schlatt his his lower back on the corner of the kitchen island. "Toots..fuck. D-don't stop. I'm abo- Ngh~" God you would give him what he wants, but you're not here to pleasure him like he deserves it. You're here to teach him a lesson. You slow your movement to brutally slow and squeezing his cocks base lightly. The slutty moan he let out is like out of a porno. "I'm not here to blow you off and give you what you want, Jay. Like I said before, I'm going to make you my bitch. So you take what I give you and won't cum until I say so, you understand?" Schlatt being so fucked in the head can't even speak properly, focused on your hand squeezing his cock and barely listeting to your words. "You understand?" You repeat and this time Schlatt hears it. "Yes mommy, i'll be good." Now that's more like it, you could almost call yourself a brat tamer if you're able to have Schlatt like this.

"That's my good boy." You put your lips on the tip and licked the slit, until taking him in your mouth much as possible. Hollowing your cheeks, you start to move. Schlatts eyes widen at the sensation and brings his hand and biting it to quieten himself. You notice and pull his hand down by his triceps since it's the closest thing you can grab. Schlatt took the hint and let out the noises he made, making you more horny and closing your eyes. "Fuck, Toots I'm so close, please let me cum!" Now that was your cue to slow down, making Schlatt wonder why stopped. Realization dawned on him as he remembered your words. "I'm going to make you my bitch." You weren't going to make him beg for release, were you? Oh you absolutely were as you took his cock out of your mouth with a single pop. A single whine was what schlatt let out and leaned his head back. You just kissed his thighs, balls and his lower stomach, waiting for his orgasm to slide away. And not long after your mouth was on him again. Schlatt craved his orgasm so much that tears started to form in his eyes as he tried to stay still as possible. "Toots, this isn't fa- ahhah, isn't fair." Schlatt's mumbling echoed to deaf ears as you sucked him off hard as possible and stopping once again when Schlatt's body language showed he was close.

After five minutes you gave Schlatt the chance to prove himself. You could've went for longer, but won't be too cruel. "Now is your chance to prove that you deserve to cum." The second you stopped talking Schlatt's mouth was spilling words out so quick you couldn't even make out what he said. "Jay, speak clearly or I will continue the next five minutes this same routine." "Mommy please. I- I can't take it much longer" The tears bubbling in his eyes, threatening to fall. "I'll let you come if you say what you are, whose are you and where you belong." Schlatt whined and opened his mouth to talk, but struggled with the words. "I'm yo- I'm a your bitch, only yours, and I belong under you. Now Toots please!" Schlatt begged as you were satisfied with the answer. "That's better, my own bitch. Such a good one aswell. Now from now on I expect you to behave." Schlatt didn't have time to even nod as he felt your warm mouth around his cock. Far too overstimulated and tortured he couldn't help but let the tears of overstimulation fall and moan. His throat his hurting already, but he doesn't care. There's much better things going on. "Toots I'm going to cum! Im goin- nngh" You tried to swallow much as possible but few drops slided on your jaw and you neck, some fell on the floor. "That's my good boy." You rose from your knees, put your hands on his cheeks and swiping tears off with your thumbs. "You okay? I didn't go too far, did i?" Schlatt nodded his head and let the words fall out of his mouth. "I'm fine, Toots. Great even and you could never go too far with me." He smiled and put his head on your shoulder best he could. You cleaned everything up and cuddled with Schlatt the rest of the evening. "You know Toots. I think we should do that again sometime." You raised a brow. "I thought you would never ask."

That day wasn't the last time you were in control..

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AN: OMG I HAD TECHNICAL PROBLEMS WITH THIS😭😭😭yet i hope you will enjoy this!!!! Love you all🫶🫶

[daisynik7]

Afternoon in Heaven

Word Count: ~800 words

cw: smut - vaginal sex (missionary position), breeding kink, pet names (sweetie, honey), explicit language – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You and your husband spend a relaxing afternoon together. 

Notes: I’m ovulating, so this is why I’m writing this LOL. Title inspired by the song Afternoon in Heaven by Magdalena Bay, listen to set the mood right. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! 

Sunday afternoon is your favorite time of the week. This is especially true ever since you’ve been married to your husband, Kento Nanami. It’s become a special tradition to nap during this window of time, with the sunlight streaming through the curtains, cuddled in each other’s arms, letting the worries of the upcoming work week dissolve even just for an hour or two. It’s been a while since you were granted a lazy Sunday, what with all the recent events you’ve had to attend. Birthday parties, family reunions, hanging out with friends. A weekend afternoon feels just like heaven when you need to relax and unwind. 

This is especially true when your husband is fucking you into your king-sized mattress, sending you into total, utter bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. So beautiful when you take me like this,” he says, voice laden with lust. He has you spread apart, one leg propped on his shoulder, the other sprawled on the bed. He kneels between your thighs, pumping his cock in and out of your wet cunt. 

You reach down, fingers trembling towards your clit. He smirks. “You want to come already?”

You nod, biting your lip. 

“Let me watch you, then. Come on. Play with yourself while I’m deep inside you.” He thrusts his hips forward, staying pressed to your pussy, not moving, staring at you from above. “Go on, honey. Make yourself come.”

“Oh fuck, sweetie,” you moan, rubbing your needy clit while he has you stuffed full of his dick. “Oh fuck.” You orgasm, tightening around his thick cock buried inside you. He watches you touch yourself until your bud is too sensitive, and you let up. With a satisfied hum, he starts fucking you again, slowly. He turns his head to place a wet kiss on the inside of your knee, still resting on his shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, honey. My beautiful, perfect wife.”

“I love you, sweetie,” you breathe out, reaching for him, longing to feel his fingers entwined with yours.

“I love you too, honey,” he says, holding your hand. “You want my cum inside you? Want me to breed this pretty pussy?”

You giggle, squeezing him. “Yes.”

Ever since the two of you decided to try for a baby, Nanami has had the nastiest breeding kink. Today is no exception. He increases his pace, penetrating you deep, balls slapping noisily on wet skin with each brutal thrust.

“You’re going to make the perfect mother, you know that? Can’t wait till your pregnant. I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

“Yeah?” you ask lazily, placing his palm to your chest. He pinches gently at your nipples, causing you to whine in pleasure. “How will you spoil me?”

He grins, placing another smooch on your leg. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Foot rubs, massages, late night cravings. I’ll do whatever to make you happy.”

“I don’t need any of that. I’m already the happiest I can be because I’m with you.”

The smile on his face grows as he slides his hand down to your swollen bud, caressing it tenderly with his thumb. “You’re my everything,” he whispers, pausing his thrusts. He helps you lower your leg from his shoulder, your thighs still spread wide for him. He pulls out, leaning forward to be on top of you, guiding his cock back in easily. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips. 

“I want you like this,” he growls, his mouth grazing your ear. 

You coil your legs around his waist, bodies molded together seamlessly. He’s hitting your sweet spot, your puffy clit brushing against him ever so slightly, stimulating you into your second climax. His erratic breathing and rapid thrusts indicate that he’s close too. 

He faces you once more, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, greedy for your spit. “I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, sweetie. Breed me. Get me pregnant.”

He kisses you sloppily, hips jerking as he pumps you full of his cum. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out, relaxing his body against yours. “You think we did it this time?” he asks, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll see,” you answer. You think about the date, trying to remember if you’re ovulating today. Too fucked out to process anything properly, you leave it to chance, enjoying the rest of the day pleasantly spent.

Two weeks later, on another lazy Sunday afternoon, you walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to show your husband two positive pregnancy tests. He picks you up and swings you around the room, ecstatic. 

[hazelfoureyes]

Angel’s Alastor

「Warnings/Promises: Angel x Alastor, bondage, rutting into beds, rutting into pants, Alastor keeps his dick in those pants, kisses, smooches, tentacle fucking, masturbation, cum eating implied??, karaoke reference」

Angel imagines Alastor is his co-star in a naughty film. Luckily he has just the toy to help him get into the scene.

MinoRS DNI 👨🏻‍🏭🙅🏻

The offer to fuck on camera was partly a joke and partly an invitation.

Angel had the ability to later say it was just self deprecating humor to even allude to wanting to fuck Alastor. The radio demon. The strawberry pimp.

What a laugh, Tall Dark and Creepy? Famously, whether he had a term for it or not, disinterested in sex?

When he stopped to think about, watching Alastor sip a whiskey and stare off into the void, what would that even look like?

Sex with Alastor, that is.

Angel watched his mouth part and peeked at his tongue. He sure did talk a lot, maybe his tongue had some skill. Wagging all day made for a strong muscle.

And he was strong. Not a hunk by any measure but he could tear apart airships and summon minions with a snap. Kinda hot. Power always added a level of attractiveness. 

Alastor’s ears … twitched. Perhaps a bug had landed on one. Angel’s head tilted a little as his eyes followed down Alastor’s long neck. Did he have chest fluff to match the ears? His happy trail… red? Black? What about his backside? A little tail?

Hooves…. Angel could take them or leave them. But he lingered at the calves and arms. Where he knew the black faded into the tan pallor of his face.  Did his cock fade too? A gradient Angel could squeeze and try to feel through his skin.

“What about you, Angel?”

“Oh fuck, I totally zoned out and forgot we were … we were doin’ something. Sorry Charlie.”

Charlie’s fingers templed, “We were having a conversation. About how you think redemption is going?”

Angel blinked away the tingle up his spine as Alastor’s attention turned to him, “Yeah that sounds great, sign me up okay? I’m headed out,  I gotta go for a walk or some shit.”

It was ‘some shit.’

A couple drinks, a few rounds of karaoke, and a quick make out session with a very generous stranger and Angel found Alastor had disappeared entirely. Until he curled into his bed to let the spinning room rock him to sleep.

And he wondered…

If Alastor was one of the guys in his shoots. The big bad who kidnapped him….

Angels arms were tied behind his back—

No, Angel stopped, Alastor would never go through the motions of tying someone up.

Angel's arms were held above his head and behind his back by writhing and curious black tentacles. A dark and smoky room, Alastor standing pretty as his shadows did all the work. 

“I’m going to need your cooperation, Angel Dust.”

Angel struggled, “Not a chance. Val would kill me and he’s a lot scarier than you.”

“Now now, you’ve barely let me explain the details.” Alastor took four swift and long strides to be within touching distance. “You report back what the Vees discuss. No theft, no clandestine recording devices.”

Alastor had to look up to meet Angel’s indignant gaze. 

“And what’s in it for me?” A smirk. 

“That depends, what do you want?” Alastor’s clawed hand touched his hip, “Anthony.”

Angel peeled off his shorts and vest. He’d found a fun narrative, one he wanted to see through. A hand wrapped around his still half soft cock and began gentle tugs.

“You don’t have what I want.” Angel bit his lip. He watched the radio demon’s brow arch, a challenge. “So why don’t you stop playin’ and either let me go or get your dick out.”

A laugh he’d heard a hundred times before bouncing off the walls he hadn’t bothered to imagine, “Dirty mouth for an ‘angel’.”

“Oh you don’t even know the half of what my mouth can do.” His tongue rolled out and beckoned Alastor closer, “And I ain’t no angel.”

His dark eyes stayed calm as new appendages began ripping off Angel’s clothes. “Oh that’s right. Angel Dust. You’re a drug. Cheap and addictive.”

“Aww and I thought you didn’t watch my movies!”

“I have no interest in filth.”

“You sure ‘bout that? Seem interested enough in  me.”

“You, Anthony, are not filth.” Alastor’s hand slid down Angel’s stomach, past his erection and balls. “You are art best seen up close. Intimate viewings only. Where patrons can take their time to admire the details.”

Alastor’s fingers pressed gently at Angel’s puckered hole. 

Angel tried to slow the prodding of his now lubed fingers at his entrance. Alastor would be frustratingly slow. But he wanted Alastor to rush in, to hurt him a little. But then why even think of him? Anyone could do that. Everyone does do that.

Alastor’s middle finger slipped in. Angel wanted a kiss, wanted anything more but the overlord didn’t allow him any movement.

A second finger. Quick and sloppy thrusts, poor preparation but more than some. A third finger, Angel moaned Alastor’s name. 

Once he started he couldn’t stop, “Alastor. Alastor. Alastor!” Every time he said it louder it made his fingers feel like they could truly belong to Alastor. Leaking and fully erect, his dick was pulsing in reply.

“Oh fuck, Alastor. I know you have more for me. Come on, daddy.” Angel’s ass was rocking against those quick fingers. “Gimme more. Ya can’t break me.”

A wicked grin, Alastor’s free hand coming to rake through Angel’s chest fluff, “Oh, I absolutely can. But, luckily for you, I’m not interested in seeing you in pieces.”

Three fingers slipping in and out with slicked ease, Angel rummaged in his side drawer feeling around for the shape he was seeking. Tongue out with concentration until he felt the little bumps and the curve he needed. 

He’d rarely used the tentacle dildo, but suddenly it seemed like a very convenient purchase. The tip was so thin, the base so wide. 

From point a to b, Angel lost track of the storyline. He just needed to skip ahead, quick fingers to hungry tentacles working in time with the real life toy. A taper that allowed Alastor to reach deeply but still stretch his hole with enough burn to keep Angel’s attention on where they connected. Could Alastor feel him? How much was he able to sense through his shadow appendages?

His face didn’t let on, no slip of what he was feeling. 

Angel’s soul was his own when outside of Val’s studio, time he’d happily sell to Alastor to see the man so much as break a sweat. But he could, at least in his head.

“Would it kill ya to kiss me?” Angel wished he could hide his need better but even in his dreams he was melting for a chance to feel Alastor. Skin to skin, wet warmth anywhere on him. “I could make ya see stars behind your eyelids.”

A hum, hand slipping up his neck and to his jaw, “Dear I don’t need to close my eyes to see a star.” Angel held his breath as Alastor leaned in, a slow tilt of his head threatening to pull another moan from him. His eyes closed and he waited for that feeling of soft lips against his.

And he waited.

With a huff he opened his eyes to complain about the hold up, but his words got caught in his throat when he saw the expression on Alastor’s face. Knitted brows and heated cheeks, he’d never seen such a needy look.

A look that twisted back to its usual smirk when a thrust into Angel pulled a shocked whine from the spider demon. Even in his dreams he would be made to beg. 

“Do ya want my help or not?” His voice was huskier than before, struggling to keep his reactions to a minimum. 

“Oh? A kiss is all it costs? There’s the cheap part.”

“And I’ll show ya the addictive part if ya hurry up already.” Maybe Alastor was loosening the restraints, maybe Angel was just adept at escapes, but he managed to pull a hand free. 

Grabbing hold of the smaller demon by the ear he pulled Alastor into a kiss. 

Another moan. He felt the heat of the blush reaching his own ears; it was just a kiss. But it made him twitch at the idea. Even as the long black toy bottomed out, his mind was on the ghostly pair of lips he could almost feel. 

Like a man with time to kill, Alastor didn’t let Angel slip his tongue in until he heard the hunger in his breaths. And as Angel’s tongue reached deeper into his mouth, so did the tentacle in him. His knees began shaking, finally both holes full of Alastor. 

Angel’s tongue danced behind his teeth, going through the motions. He wanted more friction. Rolling onto his stomach, Angel began rutting into his bed. 

Alastor pulled him close, grinding his crotch into Angel’s leaking cock. Every roll of his hips pulled a gasp from the porn star.

“You're gonna get your pants all dirty.” Angel’s mouth left Alastor’s long enough to comment but Alastor’s leaned back and out of reach when he tried to return.

“Hmm, I’ll have to make you lick them clean after.”

Angel’s head fell back, he gripped the toy with five fingers around the base and pumped it in and out. Every return to his tight heat seemed to stretch him a little wider, prod new depths no dick had ever managed to reach before.

If it wasn’t Alastor, he’d be scared. But the two hands holding his hips in place as his precum was smeared into the overlord’s pants felt like a safety net. Alastor wouldn’t go too far. He was a master at pushing limits and that was it.

Angel’s mouth hung open, drool sliding down his chin as his hips picked up speed. A hand came between his legs and began stroking his shaft. He wanted to cum.

He needed to cum. He dropped his head back down and let his free hand slide across the lapels of Alastor’s suit.

Twisting the toy, he hit it.

“There!! You’re hitting my spot. Don’t stop.” Angel’s body shook. The radio demon grabbed him gently by the neck and gave a testing squeeze. 

Angel’s hand tightened slightly on his throat. Just enough to make the pressure in his head become noticeable. 

“Alastor please, I’m close. Don’t stop, don’t ya dare fuckin’ stop,” his slit was sliding across the precum soaked fabric. It was rough, but made him cry as he grew harder and more sensitive. “Gonna cum soon.”

His cock was still rubbing into his silky blanket despite his hand’s direct help. He pulled a throw pillow into his mouth and screamed. Every ounce of his brain’s focus went to his dick and caused his hand to slow the thrusts into himself.

He was pulled into a breath stealing kiss. With Alastor’s mouth on him again, exhales across his skin, Angel came with a cry. Alastor’s tentacle buried deep in him as his cock pulsed lines of semen across the demon's pants.

Angel‘s hips kept thrusting, smearing his seed into the blanket and across his knuckles. He took his hand off the toy and let the spasms of his twitching hole push it out and back onto the bed. 

Alastor’s tongue swiped up Angel’s lips. He didn’t stop rubbing his lap into the groaning demon even as his tentacles all withdrew. Angel fell to his knees before long and thin fingers pulled his chin up.

“Now, lick.”

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[fungal-rot]

How I Think Joel Would Kiss You (Jackson!Joel)

If it’s your first kiss with each other I think Joel would be a bit hesitant. His heart would race and his leg would bounce as he sat next to you, listen to you ramble on and on about your day and oh my g o d just kiss them !! fuck he hasn’t been in a real relationship like this for so long. Joel is learning to love again and good lord does he love you. he’s not very good at expressing it through words, but instead acts of services. would kissing you be considered an act of service?

his fingers twitch in his lap as he eyed you intently but can’t seem to pay attention because your lips are just right there !! waiting to be smooched !! then just saying fuck it, he rips that bandaid off and grabs either side of your face with both hands and pulls you to him while planting a fat, wet (and a lil clumsy) kiss to your mouth. suddenly he thinks about how your lips are so soft and nice and his are so fuckin’ chapped holy shit can they feel that? why is he overthinking this he’s a grown ass man, get it together.

then he’d pull away, and he’d see the awestruck look in your eyes as they flutter open, the way your mouth would slowly stretch into a wide, toothy grin. and he felt at home. because he was home.

after that it got a little easier. he wasn’t too keen on public affection unless someone was eyeing you too hard or too long, but at home he was always showering you with love, peppering your face with his lips, playfully nipping your jaw and neck. walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle and leave a kiss on your temple or the top of your head. he felt safe and comfortable around you, to let his normal stoicism drop and lighten up. you were his rock, his family. and you are so very loved and appreciated.

[empresskylo]

Hii:) i Hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if you could write some headcannons for König (some being nfsw if you’re comfortable with that).:))

some of these headcanons specifically mention reader being afab fyi

♡ he stares… a lot. it’s how you first realized he was interested in you. you’d feel his gaze on you constantly, following you around the room. you were a bit frustrated he wouldn’t come up and say anything though. so you had to make the first move. “can i help you könig?” “hm?” “you’ve been eye fucking me all night. is there something on your mind?” my god he would turn bright red.

♡ König takes awhile to show his face fully to you, ashamed of his scars.

♡ You place soft kissed all over his face, making his eyes flutter. He instantly wishes he had let you see under his mask a long time ago.

♡ “You like this?” he asked you, gesturing to his face. You shook your head making König’s brows lower for a split second. “No. I love it,” you said before stroking his jaw, feeling his stubble on your finger pads. Your hand finding it’s way to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair, giving him a scratch. König moans in his throat from the pleasure of being touched so delicately.

♡ He’s not the best with words, so he shows his affection through touch. He always seems to be reaching out to you, wanting you intertwine your fingers, rest a hand on your knee, play with strands of your hair, or rest his palm on your lower back. he likes to wrap his arms around you, having to hunch over quite a bit to do so.

♡ He also likes to pick you up often, and he does so with ease. He’ll hold you up so you’re in-line with him, letting you peal his mask up, and kissing you. Then he plops you back down and pats your head, making you look up at him lovingly.

♡ He’s the one to tell you he loves you first. It’s sudden and out of the blue. Likely after a long time of not saying anything, just sitting in comfortable silence. Then suddenly, “I love you.” You don’t even comprehend it right away. By the time you look up at him, he’s gone.

♡ It takes time for you to get him to feel comfortable opening up, but you never pressure him. you slowly let him unravel before you, until he trusts you with his entire being. he definitely becomes a chatter box once he reaches that point. he loves talking and telling jokes and making you laugh.

♡ always dramatic. he likes to say your name loudly when he sees you, walking over to you with big strides. then lifts you up under your armpits while you stare at him, pretending to be annoyed.

♡ kisses the top of your head all the time. the top of your head is just at the perfect height for him to kiss.

♡ he blushes easily. and it’s pretty visible on his skin. just silly little remarks will make he flustered. you like making him act that way. calling him handsome or something even fluffier (like cupcake—you like the juxtaposition) has him going red.

♡ always makes you a coffee/tea when he gets himself one. he’ll just randomly hand you a hot tea and you look up at him a bit confused. he wanted to make himself one and if he makes one, he always makes another for you.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

♡ kisses! he loves to give you kisses. he likes to kiss you from head to toe. and he likes when you place soft little smooches on his bare chest, his biceps, his neck, just anywhere really. it’s his favorite thing. he lives for you kisses. it makes him feel gentle and loved.

♡ he’s definitely a passionate lover and usually prefers to take his time and go slow with you. every once in awhile he just rips your clothes off and fucks you senseless, but usually he’s pretty gentle.

♡ he has a praise kink!! omg does he love when you praise him. he always tries to get you to keep talking during sex. he wants to hear all your babbling about how perfect he is, how good he feels inside you, how you’re his, and only his.

♡ and he likes to praise you in return. he always lets you know he’s enjoying himself. “fuck, that feels so good” “god, you’re so perfect” “you’re so tight” “you look so pretty like this” “keep doing that please” “look at me, i love seeing your pretty eyes” “i’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that”

♡ likes when you say you’re all his. usually comes when you finally mutter it. “tell me you’re mine” “god, köing, im yours. only yours.”

♡ he likes to hoist you up into his arms and fuck you against the wall. his arm gripped tightly around your waist. likes when you’re in his arms. he always wants your bodies flush against each other when you fuck. he wants to feel and hear everything.

♡ he definitely has a bit of a size kink. not too much, he’s actually kind of self conscious of how large he is. but he loves how much smaller you look when he towers over you. it’s why he loves picking you up, or bending over to kiss you. loves filling you up and hearing you whimper at how big he is. watching you gasp and claw at his back as he slowly bottoms out.

♡ this man is a devoted pussy eater. he loves going down on you. like LOVES it. he wants to hear all the noises you make for him. he enjoys making you come at least once before he fucks you, and it’s usually from him eating you out. “you taste fucking fantastic, love.” he can get off just from pleasing you. if you have to be quick, he lets you sit in his face, his cock in his hand, and he comes at the same time as you.

♡ he loves blowjobs. idk some guys just like them more than others and könig really likes them. just something about you on your knees, looking up at him has him swooning. legit withers beneath you as you suck the life from him. he likes to finish inside you though and he has to tell you to slow down so he can fuck you before he comes (but you don’t always let him), “w-wait, slow d-down, baby. i’m not g-gonna la—fuck—“

♡ though he’s shy and reserved, he is a vanilla dom who lives to please you. enjoys being the one in control. likes to have the power while you whine under him. definitely not into BDSM tho. he doesn’t like the idea of hurting his partner. but he doesn’t mind if you choke him a little (; and he’ll choke you if you ask, but he prefers just resting his hand on your throat and not actually putting any pressure on it.

[your-highnessmarvel]

It's Just a Flesh Wound, Baby

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms : Hello dear, it's my bday tomorrow and maybe i couldn ask for a buck imagine :) Maybe where you both had a one night stand but avoid each other afterwards even though you're in love with each other. During one battle than you save him from something and get hurt badly, nearly dying. He stays with you till you wake up and then tells you properly that he loves you? maybe also his pov if you want :) thank youu *smooch* 💕💕

AN: first of aaalllll HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU!! I hope you're doing the things you love tomorrow or today or this week! You little scorpio (fun fact, i'm. scorpio too!)

Warnings: language

*gif not mine

MASTERLIST

"Y/N, get his six," Steve ordered through comms, causing you to grunt.

Of course, Steve was sending you with Bucky, of all fucking people.

"I'm literally standing behind Vision," you answered grimly.

You could practically hear Steve groan through comms.

"Vision doesn't need you to check his back, y/n," he answered. "Vis basically has 360 vision."

You rolled your eyes. "Wanda then."

"She's with Vis."

"But!"

"Just come here," you heard Bucky grunt, wrapping metal fingers around your bicep. He hauled you to him, watching as you almost visibly recoiled from him.

He let go of you like you were the plague. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, disgusted.

You looked up at him from under your brows. "Nothing, let's just go."

But it wasn't nothing. Even if the fabric of your suit had kept the metal fingers from your skin, you could still feel it. Not from now, but form the people living in your head, the Bucky groaning against your mouth as he thrust into you. The you in your head, gasping against his ear, grabbing at his hair to stay afloat because your orgasm was just a few seconds away.

He'd thrown you off a precipice almost three months ago, and since then, it had been like meeting a wall with a wall. No one really talked about it. None of you had even addressed it after he'd finished in you, letting himself spill out of you. He hadn't even said a thing as he helped you wash up and put you to bed.

And now, this stupid mission.

You followed Bucky like you were told, checking his six with your own assault rifle.

You followed him, back to back, until he grunted and pulled you against the wall with his metal arm.

"Ow, Buck, that hurts," you grumbled.

"Shadows, two o'clock," he whispered. "It's gonna be a fight."

He told you to follow him as he shot upwards, avoiding bullets while you shot at shadows coming from the back.

"Bucky!" You couldn't see anything with the dirt flying in your eyes, brought up by the bullets finding the ground at your feet. And they just kept coming, like a black swarm of bees, clogging your vision until all you could do was lay down the trigger and hope a bullet catches.

Until one shadow, heavy and so warm, fell over you and you screamed, fighting with elbows and knees. But nothing got this man off you.

You couldn't see Bucky.

You couldn't breathe. With his hands around your neck, your vision was going black, dotting.

Something popped in your head, something slick and scorching hot splashing across your face.

When had you closed your eyes?

"Y/N!"

But something hurt in your ribs, something stinging across your flesh like lightning was slowly building beneath your skin.

You felt someone pull you into their arms, warm and steady chest meeting your cheek before you passed out.

But Bucky held on, running back to the jet, the breath in his lungs burning. He kept screaming your name, but you were out, bleeding from a wound in your ribs, bleeding and bleeding and the more he saw the red staining your suit, the faster Bucky ran.

When he got to the jet, no one had made it back yet. He could hear the faint pops of bullets behind him but he didn't care. He bolted for the med bay, laying your body down gently.

When had he started crying?

"FRIDAY?" he asked. After a beat of silence, "FRIDAY!!" His teeth bared, watched as the lights around the jet bolted to light and the AI came to life.

"Stab wound between rib 6 and 7, Mister Barnes," FRIDAY said, monotone.

"Can we fix it?" Bucky asked through gritted teeth. His hands had started shaking as he looked at you, fragile and bleeding and quiet.

"Yes, but we need to act now," FRIDAY answered.

"What can I do?" he asked, straightening, sniffing, eyes to the sky as if the AI was sentient. Oh wait. It was.

"Get the gauze," FRIDAY said. "I'll do the rest." Bucky scrambled to the cabinets, pulling them open, grabbing onto as much white fabric as he could see. By the time he turned around, FRIDAY was already stitching you up with Stark's mobile arm.

But you were still unconscious, lashes thick with tears, face so solemn and... pretty.

Bucky let the gauze fall to the table you were on. "You didn't really need this, right?" he asked.

"No," said FRIDAY. "I just needed you out the way."

Bucky snorted, for once actually felt something nice course through his veins. He gently patted your hair, moving thick strands behind your ear. He smeared the blood off your cheeks until they were clean again, tracing the outline of your cheekbones, your chin, your neck.

"She's waking up, sir," FRIDAY said lowly, and Bucky nodded, feeling relief when he saw you jostle. Feeling that dreadful fear lift from his ribs like smoke.

"Hey," he whispered, metal fingers in your hair as he watched your eyes flutter open.

"Mmm Bucky?" Your voice was thick. Even if you'd been out for merely 15 minutes, it felt like hours. "What?"

Bucky laughed, pressing his forehead to yours and completely basking in the fact that you were alive.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said, stroking your hair, pressing his nose to yours.

He felt your hand trace his chin and he chuckled. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again. He pressed his mouth to your knuckles, watching your lips stretch into a smile.

"It's okay."

He shook his head, hiding hid mouth behind your palm. "No, I'm... I'm sorry about everything."

Your eyes glazed. "What?"

"About right now," he said, meeting your eyes with tear-stained lashes. "About two seconds ago. About an hour ago. About... two weeks and a month and three months when we..."

You reached up weakly. Stroked his face with your knuckles. "I know," you answered, smiling slowly. "I'm sorry too."

Again, he shook his head. "No. Y/n, it's... it's you." He brought his face closer to yours, as if he couldn't speak it into existence just yet. "It's always been you. And I was afraid, at first - "

"Bucky."

"No, let me finish," he insisted, tears brewing in his eyes, ready to spill. "I was afraid that if I let you in, I'd somehow hurt you. But now, watching you like this... I can't be here without you. Ever."

You smiled, rubbed your nose against his briefly. "I had to almost die to get that out of you?" you asked, ghosting your mouth over his, teasing him.

He shook his head but kissed you anyway, careful not to squish you or touch your wound. He kissed you so softly, so carefully, like you were made of glass, or shattered glass he'd put back together with store-bought glue.

When you heard the tale-tell sign of feet running up the deck of the jet, Bucky kissed your forehead and sat beside your bed, holding onto your hand until you were safely back home.